Two tellers caught up in last month's San Antonio bank raid have slammed the gang in question, claiming they failed to deliver the "party time" and "rock 'n' roll" that was promised at the start of the robbery.
Jorge Valdes and Laura Allen are now challenging the six gang members – who got away with $4m – to explain exactly what happened to the celebrational event and/or form of popular music characterised by electronically amplified instrumentation, heavily accented beat and relatively simple phrase structure.
10) The child butcher with the blackened eyes was no doubt a hoot in his day. Audiences probably crammed into the huge musical halls of Liverpool and London to hear such classic catchphrases as: “Pound of bacon, Mrs Lovett?” and “I cut his bloomin’ throat, officer.” The gaze of the ventriloquist himself speaks of some terrible deal he has struck: the scary puppet will keep quiet about some unspeakable shame of the puppeteer in return for the doll's continued fame. We don’t know what happened when they stopped being famous. But we haven’t seen the puppeteer around lately.
A man whose photo has apparently incapacitated dozens of Twitter users with laughter has said he is pleased to have brought such pleasure to the world – but still has no idea which picture it is.
Miguel Gutierrez, 34, of Croydon, Surrey, said he had been swamped with tweets from strangers, informing him how amusing the “pic” they had seen of him was, and thoughtfully including a link to it, which he has failed to make work.
A “chilled” Colonel Gadaffi yesterday indicated that he was tiring of political life and might begin to consider a phased retirement, including plans for a coffee-table book and appearance on Jonathan Ross's new chat show.
The 69-year-old Libyan leader hinted at a press conference that he was keen to slowly wind down after 42 years in power, and was putting out feelers about publishing a jokey, Christmas gift-style book – possibly about weird road signs from around the world – and making an appearance on Ross’s ITV programme.
When asked if this was a wise move, Gaddafi replied: “ITV never wise move but Wossy say the naughty thing on wireless so ITV it is.”
He added: “At least it's not Channel 5 – I'm not f****** mad.”
He outlined his hopes for a “phased retirement”, during which he would meet the people of Libya, “play some crazy golf and have dinner with my son. Maybe go paintballing”.
Gaddafi added: “I’m chilled right now. Except for one thing – I’m dying to see Jersey Boys. I love those guys. My favourite is Nick Massi. No, wait, Frankie Valli. Bring it on. Hahaha.”
1) Go on to Blogger and set up an account. Sit there thinking of a killer name for the blog. After two and a half hours decide on “Random Musings”. Not bad, if you say so yourself. As well as being an original name, it means no-one will expect any kind of consistent theme to your blog. Predictability is for the rest of the world. You, on the other hand, will be the maverick blogger who might just write about anything: a freewheeling editor at large, the new Hunter S Thompson with a bottle of Wild Turkey in one hand, a .57 Magnum in the other and a typewriter in the other. That’s three hands. Whatever.
For decades, British people lived repressed lives, forever deferring to those who were "born to rule". But then someone invented "the 1990s" and the barriers began to come down. Hurrah! Now, people are happy to let you know exactly what they think of you - all you have to do is step on their foot. The Daily News salutes you great brawling Britons, and says bring it on!
There were the traditional scenes of jubilation and commiseration yesterday when tens of thousands of young people learned the autumn ITV schedule.
Teenagers gathered with friends when the time came to find out how lucky they'd been – had Vera been recommissioned, would there be any reprieve for Taggart and would there be a Christmas special of Downton Abbey.